This past weekend, Jess and I were over in the ‘Burn for my mom’s birthday weekend extravaganza spectacular. Of which it lived up to its name. While we were there my mom was trying to pawn off some of their new toys that they have for their dog Tolley. Now don’t get me wrong, Tolley is a wonderful dog and deserves every little thing he gets, but that dog is spoiled rotten. There are hidden caches of toys that would normally go to kids, but no, they are reserved for the furry among us. These toys are stuffed animals, ranging from squirrels and birds, to beavers and stretched out puppies. Graciously, my parents offered us a couple of toys for Moose because he loves Tolley’s toy so much (he seems to love them more when Tolley has them… or at least loves the opportunity to take them away from him).
Moose came home with a lion that sort of roars and laughs, and a beaver that squeaks. Ever since we got home, Moose has been completely enthralled and enamored with his lion. From the moment it came out of the bag, he has been carrying it around gingerly, being very gentle (except for the times when he tries to pluck out the hair of its mane). When it roars/laughs he bounces around the room then runs into the dinning room and back again, and I mean literally, every time. When he’s leaned up against the coach and starts to feel tired, his head dropping to the floor, he still doesn’t release his beloved lion. It sits comfortably (and moistly) in his mouth.
Moose also puts the lion to bed. I thought it was just an accident at first, but this lion has more rights to Moose’s beds than Moose gives himself. On the first night that Moose had his lion, I noticed that it was sitting in the middle of his bed in the living room, I figured that it was merely dropped or kicked there. Then, when I was getting read for bed, I walked into the bedroom to see Moose drop his lion onto his bed and then circle around it. This was all very cute and funny until the middle of the night when he would shift his weight and we would hear, “ahhhhh ROOOOOAAAAAAAR AHA HAHA HAHAHA!” It took me at least three times to figure out what it was. Even tonight, Moose plopped his moist little love-buddy down and circled up in bed. But what can I say, everyone needs to find that special someone… for some of us, it’s a three inch moist talking lion.
It’s been another couple of interesting weeks. For the past couple of days I’ve been hanging around the parent’s house, mowin’ some lawn, doin’ some work for my mom–but generally just trying to relax a bit. This is in spite of my insisting that I was going to start reading and researching for my capstone. I’m not disappointed with my decision.
The other day while my mom and I were out, we came by this store in the middle of nowhere, as we were talking to the owners it turns out they had some puppies. “Some” is a light term, they had ten of them. These were little lab/Australian Sheppard mix pups. These little guys were only three weeks old. If I had a house or a place that I wasn’t renting, I believe I would have tried to stuff as many puppies as I could into my pockets and made a break for it.
In my last post I forgot to mention my first actual casino experience. In true Miller form, Greg calls me up at eleven at night saying, “Hey, Well–want to go to a casino.” Having always planned on being spontaneous, I agree. We tried finding other people to go, but they were all too concerned with having jobs to go to in the morning. Greg and I made the hour and a half drive to Spirit Mountain. We got there at half after midnight. We hit up the ATMs, sat down and played some blackjack…for seven hours. I honestly believe that I much better at poker than blackjack, but watching Greg play (after I bottomed out two or three times) I think I learned a lot. Starting with only sixty dollars, at one point, Greg was up over seven-hundred dollars. I have never seen someone win like he did. Me, on the other hand, I was lucky that I made off losing only forty dollars. The ride home was impossible, I am glad that I was not the one driving, I was constantly falling in and out of sleep. We made it back to Eugene around nine in the morning, in my infinite wisdom, stayed up for the rest of the day, making the total number of hours I was a awake near forty hours. And remember, never hit on a dealer’s 15.